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By Feral Sephrian
“s**t!” Kellan exclaimed, flailing his clutch purse in one hand and his wrapped gift in the other as he tried to regain his balance. The recent snowfall might have made the cul-de-sac into a picturesque winter wonderland, but it also made the paths and sidewalks into obstacle courses of snow piles and frozen puddles, which were especially dangerous at night in Uggs. Kellan stumbled off the patch of black ice and adjusted his skirt. Fortunately the fabric was flexible enough not to rip so easily, but it did have a tendency to ride up.
A car pulled up alongside him and the window rolled down. “How you doin’ pretty lady?” asked the driver. “Lookin’ for some company?”
“Hiya, Casey,” Kellan said, smoothing out the last wrinkles. “The only good pa
